[ Geralt waits patiently while she considers the prospect of crossing the bridge. It isn't as bad as that minuscule ledge the dwarves called a bridge, but the fact that it forms under your feet is something of a leap of faith.
When she finally puts her foot forward, Geralt follows behind as promised. The vines and twisted wood shiver. The last time he crossed with Dean, they went without trouble, but...it's been a day or two since. Hard to say how many others have gone back and forth to reach the fruit above. ]
If it's a heroic song from Jaskier, I may hold some sway.
[ He doesn't actually know what she means to ask. A part of him is almost curious. ]
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When she finally puts her foot forward, Geralt follows behind as promised. The vines and twisted wood shiver. The last time he crossed with Dean, they went without trouble, but...it's been a day or two since. Hard to say how many others have gone back and forth to reach the fruit above. ]
If it's a heroic song from Jaskier, I may hold some sway.
[ He doesn't actually know what she means to ask. A part of him is almost curious. ]